“Keter … open your eyes.” Stravor held his boy’s hand. He closed his eyes and dropped his head until his forehead rested on his own. “You of my heart, hear me.”
After minutes of nothing, Dayson moved to the other side of the altar. He bent and spoke for some time in the boy’s ear. Finally, he moved away and stroked Keter’s hair.
Stravor looked ill. “What—”
“Come with me. Let’s get fresh air.”
“No … I need to stay.”
“Your father will call us if the boy breathes.” Dayson tugged